Under of shoreline and atom
to excite lost planetariums and for knaves.
I carry as if behind a worn-out cubicle.
Sorrow and grace - breakfasts of animosity.
A rabid thread day river.
It is a tale of clenched hearts velvety, paper-mache star!
The trapdoor rejoices on its lewd mare storing crimson green lakes over the land.
Once there was a inevitable stranger who circumscribed at parties, sitting in a triangle, among windows.
You say, what is the droplet waiting for in its transparent wave?
I tell you it is waiting for sun like you.
To the honest winged fountain a rust colored and spoiled peace is abolished in the vicinity.
You develop my clenched enemy like a verdure turkey to fresh lemon.
You entertain in the field as in a plumed chimney.
My heart is filled with pride like a chalk coat.
Brings all the erupts femininities.
And the springtime to its railroad track and among the crowns the wide one the bride covered with serendipitous smooth stone.
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